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'SO THE HELPHIA IXQUURER SUNDAY MOKNIHG, AUGUST 11. 1895. OMETHING TOMAKE YOU LAUGH SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD. HADN'T TIME TO WORK. SHE PREFERRED BLOOMERS.

When Polly Went In Bathina- It is all arranged at the breakf ast table. I am to be on hand at 11. Scarcely half-a-dozen pages of the Sunday paper have been glanced over, and hardly a half cigar consumed when I am aroused to behold Polly laden with bathing dress, towels and shoes, and Polly's mamma weighted down with shawls, sunshades, cloaks and novels. I lay down my paper with a sigh and follow. Ten minutes later I emerge from my suffocating cell, throw myself on the beach and for five minutes gaze languorously at the ocean.

The next five minutes I spend in digging holes in the sand with the large toe of my right foot. The succeeding five minutes are passed in throwing oebbles at a deceased On the Train. If I had judged from their manner merely I should have fancied that they were intensely interested in each other. But from their conversation I couldn't help hearing it it appeared that a certain Jack arid Helen were the subjects of discussion. He championed Jack; she took the part of Helen.

He introduced Jack into the conversation by raising his voice slightly. "I know," he began, "that Jack is perfectly sincere." "Jack?" inquiringly "Jack who?" He frowned, pulled his mustache, then smiled. "Why er Jack," he said. She smiled, too, and looked out of the window. Then she smiled a little more and mentioned her friend for the first time.

"And I know," she said, "that Helen doesn't think so." "Of course not," he said bitterly; "Jack knows it." "Well, why should she?" asked the girl, looking indifferent. "It doesn't make any difference to Jack or to Helen either. "It may not make any difference to Helen," said the man impressively, "but it means a great deal to Jack." I had time to admire the unselfishness of the sympathetic pair before she asked, just a bit nervously, "Why?" I had time to wonder a little more before he said, "Because he is desperately in love with her." I was wondering how Jack would like having his secrets published abroad when he went on, "And he wants to marry her, you know." Helen's confldaffite evidently mused about her friend's intentions for some time; then she said, rather shyly, "Well I think perhaps she will if he asks her." Both looked at each other, smiling very contentedly. The brakeman interrupted their friendly meditations with. "Summerville! Summerville!" It was their station, and I watched them get out.

They passed Just under my window. "There's your sister in the dog-cart, Helen," said he. "Won't you drive up with us, Jack?" asked she. There is more than one way of cheating conventionality. Judge.

A Horse of Another Color. "It is something," mused the poet, "to have an Imagination that scorns the bondage of earth and soars untrammeled through the cerulean infinity." He paused to jot the phrase "cerulean in his note book, hoping to make use of it at some future time. "But He gazed wistfully into the window of a cheap restaurant where the white-robed cook was industriously turning sinkers, "to have the price of a plate of ham and beans In your pockets is another thing." He sighed meekly and once more mingled with the hurrying throng. Truth. Something; In It.

On an upturned basket near a gypsy camp sat the oracle of fate, and many of the visitors at Sharon Springs held out soft hands to be examined and were duly astonished by the prophecies of future love, money or matrimony. During a lull in the business of palmistry, and after I had secured the aged man's confidence, I asked: "My aged friend, as between man and man, tell me, is there anything in it?" "Cert'n, cert'n. They's, on the average, about fifty cents a head intew it." He winked laboriously, took up his basket and crawled under the, wagon with the other animals. Judge. Rev.

Snorter Ah, Willie, I've called to see why you didn't attend Sab bath school this morning. Are you ill, my lad? Willie Naw; ain't ill. Sister's got a bicycle, an is out wid my pants. Layover Say, Rusty, what was de cause o' yer quittln work? Restover Well, de doctor tol me ter rest awhile after each meal. A Spinster View.

The grim old maid who deftly plays heft To change her state will grab at any, straw, Because deep in her soul she e'er regards Being possessed as nine points oS Love's law. Miss Up-to-Date. The maid who Seeks to lead the van. Despite all sundry rumors. Now finds herself beneath the ban One might as well caress a man As kiss a girl in bloomers.

Judge, "I'll take er fork er two inside. An' feed th' stock, by gum! Th' crop this year ez simply grand An'; worth a likely sum." A mighty trumpet rent the air An elephant in pain Chased Farmer Rye a lively pace Down through the country lane. Up rushed a man who gave him seats Yes, many dollars' worths For bringing back lost Bolivar to The greatest show on earth. HENRY LIPPINCOTT. On the Coast.

Time, 11.30 A. M. What he said (the tartv stretched on rocks) "This is simply delightful; the bracing air puts new life into me; besides it's a pleasure to get away from the heated city, from business and my wife's What the Telegram said "Will be down with mother and the children on the 12 o'clock train." Life. Always at Fault. Bingo "What in thunder did you do with that piece of blotting-paper I had?" Mrs.

Bingo "There is. right under your nose." Bingo "Just like you. to put a thing where a man would never think to look for it." Judge. sunnsh. Then folly mamma comes out, and, after a good deal of careful arrangement of sunshades, shawls and cloaks, in which I lend a more or less valuable assistance.

Polly's mamma is at length quietly absorbed in a novel, and I fall to digging again, this time with the other great toe. Another five minutes goes by. Then no! yes at last! Polly trips down the steps clad in all the coquetry of her new bathing dress. We approach the surf together, Polly treading daintily over the intervening stones with little exclamations of disapproval. We stop at the edge of the water and Polly advances one foot cautiously and waits for a tiny wave to kiss it.

Then she Jumps back. "It's dreadfully cries Polly. She views me aggrievedly. It is plain that for some reason she lays this fact to my mismanagement. She advances the other foot and awaits developments.

Again she scurries back. "ICs dreadfully cold!" savs Polly. She views the water doubtfully. She glances at me. I realize that a weighty decision is about to be born, and keep silence.

Then Polly shivers, and turns her back unon the sea. ''Let's take a run up the beach." she says. We do so, and sit on a ledge with our feet in a Pool for half a.n hour. Then Polly is again swallowed up in the bathing house, and I take my solitary dip while Polly's mamma dozes peacefully under tne sunsnade. I regain the shelter of the porch, and finish my paper and another cigar before they appear.

Polly's hair is escaping in charming abandon from under her dainty can: her eyes are sparkling. and each cheek is a wild rose. She springs up the steps and confronts me "Wasn't it lovely!" cries Polly. Puck. As- It Shall The night had fallen on the summer sea.

The plash of the waves on the sandy shore and the Sigh of the night wind alone disturbed the quiet. Gradually a light crept Over the sea, and the moon rose out of the water, stretching a ribbon of white from the distant horizon to the wavelets on the beach. Back from the shore, among the summer cottages, the- light had not yet penetrated. Suddenly through the gloom tnere sounded a nurry 01 ieet, a starnea cry. a buzz and a whir, and an air ship darted up into the night.

Another scurry among the shadows, another whir and rush of air, and another air ship sprang up and followed the first. The wind sighed like a lover and the waves sadly washed the shore, while up among the drifting clouds a desperate race was at issue. Vainly the smaller ship rose and sank, and dodged among the clouds; the pursuing ship was ever near. In the bow of the smaller air ship stood a man. His beautiful face was deathly pale.

By means of their field glasses the watchers on the beach below raw his hair turning white. The pursuing ship was just above him, the crew stood ready with the grappling irons and capture seemed inevitable. Suddenly the hunted man sent down a shriek that rent the air, then wildly, despairingly jumped into the rent and fell toward the shimmering water. Was he to escape after all? The big ship Swooped downward with the swiftness of an eagle. As the man fell the moonlight showed a smile of triumph on his face; but swifter still the big ship dropped.

The bosom of the deep was Just beneath, the waves upraised their arms of spray, but the silvered sea -was not for him. With a graceful swoop the air ship curved down between the doomed man and his watery bed. He was the victim of fate; and, with a low moan, he fell Into the arms of a New Woman Summer Girl! WALTER WILLIAM CLARK in Truth. Force of Habit. First Prohibitionist.

"Colonel Jones is a great accession to the party. He was one of the best campaign speakers the Republicans had." Second Prohibitionist. "Yes but I wish he'd get over the habit of predicting that 'as surely as the sun will rise on the fifth day of next November, we will carry this State by fifty thousand "Puck. It Was, A very clevr little miss Wrote some verses on a kiss Describing well the sweet sensation. But questioned on the authorship, She let this little statement slip The kiss was a collaboration.

Life. What else "Waal, I'll be darn," said Farmer Rye. "Thet haystack thar hez growed. Twar only half thet big ter-day When first th' grass wuz mowed." So with his every might and main He plunged the hay fork in What he supposed was timothy Instead of blood and skin. A run for life then followed and When Rye had flown a mile.

He saw beyond ten circus tents Arranged in sigle file. Of What He Worried. Howson Lott. "Yes; my family's at the seaside; I've rented my house for the summer to some wealthy people who think they'll like it out there at Lonely-ville." Wheeler. "I thought I saw strange faces there; I rode past the place on my bike, yesterday.

Howson lott (eagerly i. as tne grass cut?" Puck. Tommy's Success. Mrs. Cawker "I am so glad that my little boy went to the head of his class this morning.

How did you come to do it. Tommv "The rest of the fellows had guessed all the other ways of spelling tne word. judge. The Public's Own Fault. Jazkins "Bicyclists are so common nowadays, I suppose, that nobody pays any attention to them." Bizmog "That's lust It.

people pay no attention to them and then they de nounce the bicyclists for running them down." Roxbury Gazette. Gains Too Far. "And so you are married?" said Mrs. Keedick to her niece from the West. "Yes, auntie.

"Joined for life, -eh?" "Oh. it's hardly that bad. I'm a Chi cago girl, you know." Judge. Contrary to Custom. "What was the cause of the dissat isfaction over Gribb's after-dinner speech?" "Why.

instead of ignoring ine suDieci assigned him he spoke on it exhaustive ly." Judge. Thoughtless Man. Mr. "I bous-ht a olnt of ice cream on my way home, my dear; but just look at It! the heat has melted it to mush." Mrs. Z.

"That's just like you, James: Why in goodness don't you buy a Ojiart Ho bury uazette. Growing; Thoughtful. Grimshaw "There is one good thing to be said of the Brooklyn trolley cars." Crawford "I'd like to know what it is." Grimshaw "They are beginning to extend their lines to the cemeteries' Life. The Terrible Prophet. I shirk no trials a man may meet While journeying on tnis esrtniy snhere.

I can eat my grapes, though sour or STtreet And take my chances without a fear; I rtread not novertv presence arear. I will face misfortune's crudest blow; But I shrink and rower wnen comes an ear The terrible prophet, "I-told-you-so." I can bow to the fate-that brings defeat And smile at the worm's unreeling jeer. But Satan's self I would rather greet Than list to this wizard's half-hid sneer; Than have him prate in my tortured ear The wordy reasons I sadly know, That tear my wounds like- a jagged near The terrible "I-told-you-so. I can bear the shock to my vain conceit When I see my' brafive schemes disap-i pear. But I long to flee to a safe retreat Whenever hla rasping voice I hear: How he had known it for half a year, He felt it would happen long ago; It was all foreseen by this Beer, The terrible prophet, "I-told-you-so." Envoy.

Death, grim slayer, have you no cheer? Take your weapon and lay him low; Let me read on his tombstone, plain and 'clear. "The Terrible Prophet, 'I-told-you- so. C. THOMAS DITVOLL In Truth, Terminals. "Paint me a motto, Kate," said he; "A motto that shall my guidance be.

She took as her model, "Hope on, hope But not being notably wise nor clever. She missed some letters and lost her THOSE POLISHED FLOORS. A Roadside Appeal. They paused beneath the shade of a spreading oak. The tall man with the eleven years' growth of beard looked earnestly into the face of his companion.

"Bill," he asked solemnly, "will you not share your crust with me?" Tears sprang into the eyes of the short party with a long coat and no shirt. "Hank." he observed, gazing upon the citron pie he held in his hand, "you're always looking for the best of it" Puck. The Patient Fish. First Fish. "How are you getting along?" Second Fish.

"No luck at all. The man at the end of that line is a chump, or else he's as full as a goat." First Fish." What Is the trouble?" Second Fish. I took the bait off his hook an hour ago, and I've been waiting ever since for him to put some more on." Puck. The Manager'! Share. Manager "But If I pay you one thousand dollars a night, in addition to all other expenses, what will- there be left for me to live on?" Prima Donna "Well, if you treat us nicely, we will no doubt give you a benefit performance at the end of the season." New York.

Weekly. His Excuse. Miss Black "Mose Yallrbv hab such provokln' ways sometimes, dat I wish I nebber accepted youh proposal!" Mr. Yallerby (gently) "Mebbe, Dinah. mebbe; but remembah, it's de sweeter- est paht ob de watermelyon dat's ul-lerest ob seeds!" Truth.

His Way. "Was your husband good to you dur ing your long illness?" Inquired the kind lady who was making a charity call. un, yes, indeed. Ma am! replied the poor woman; "as good as could be he was more like a friend than a husband." Puck. Did Kot Like That Day.

Sibyl "You are ahead of time with your- calendar. It won't be Saturday until to-morrow. Tipple "I know. But I alwavs tear off two days on Thursday evening. Fri day is such an unlucky day!" Puck.

Turn About Is Fair Play. Mr. Upton (across the air shaft). "I wish you folks wouldn't make so much noise; you re keeping our baby awake." Mr. Forthflohr (blandly).

"Oh! we are, are we? Well, just ask your baby how he likes it himself Puck. TVo Dizmog. "How many hotels does your town boast ot Josh Hayseed. "Well, there's three or four in the teown, but they aln any or em that we boast of. Roxbury Gazette.

Permanently Higrh. "Do you feel that you are wedded to high art" "Yes; I suppose I am. I've always looked forward to moving my studio a rew stories lower; but 1 guess 11 have to let it go." Puck. Her Position. Bighead "Do you think the New Woman has come to stay?" Pertly she will undoubtedly stay if she sees anything that she considers important enough for her attention." Truth.

Professional Amenities. Dr. Klllem (indignantly). "What do you think? Shrouds, the undertaker, offered me twenty per cent, on all the business I would put in his way." Dr. Pillem (dryly).

"You'll be a rich man yet, Killem!" Puck. Prepares for War. Dick "What do you do when a friend offers to tell you his'; candid opinion about yourseir?" Tom "I set to work to get ready mine about him." Truth. A TrueFriend. Miss Withers "What would you do if I should refuse you?" He "I'd see -if I couldn't find some other fellow who would be willing to marry you." Life.

Great Precocity. Doting Grandmother (in street car, showing baby to disgusted collegian) "He's only thirteen months old, but he can talk calls gran'pa and me hammer and dammer as plain as can be!" Judge. The Reason. Ada. "I hear that Harry Robinson's father has started him in business." Ida.

"Yes; I understand he couldn't get anybody to pay Harry a salary." Puck. The Very First. Briggs. "The first fight on record was between Cain and Abel, wasn't it?" Rlggs. "Neh! The first occurred when the serpent took a fall out of Adam." Puck.

Beyond the Dreams of Avarice. Cholley. "All the fellows seem to-be attentive to that dowdy little girl in pink. Is she rich?" Gussie. "Rich Why.

her father is a bicycle manufacturer Puck. His Willis 'Tm mad at you. You never laugh when I tell a Joke." Wallace "Oh, mustn't think strange of that- I'm very forgetful, you know! Puck. Getting; There With Both Feet. "You think Colonel Wigley is likely to succeed as a politician "Succeed? Why, man he's already got to the pcint where they're burning him in effigy." Rockland A Leading: Question.

He "How many summers have you passeu She (too frankly) "Twenty-six." He "And how many winters On Country Road, First City Boy "What's that cow got a hell on for. I wonder?" Second Ditto "I suppose it's to tell the bicycler to iooa out." The Girl on the Sands. When you look at the maiden who likes to pose. And eve her from foot to head. You feel she has only to put on more domes Ta make herself ready tor bed.

Judge. Beyond. Her. The New Woman stamped her foot and her eyes gleamed with rage. Words of wrath were evidently on her tongue, though she could not utter them.

Slackening her fin-de-siecle costume in various places, she twisted and wriggled until the collar button, that had slipped down her back, fell on the floor. As she picked it up and adjusted it in its proper place a look of defeat settled on her countenance. She lacked the courage of her convictions. Though the occasion undoubtedly demanded profanity, she could not swfcar. Truth.

Confession. Fresh Toung Curate "While there's life there's hope." MissFourandthirty "And while there's hope there's torture." Truth. THE HORSE'S ERROR. 1. Cab Driver He's running: awayj Help! Help! Help! URIS "THAT IREO EELINC 2.

SARSAPARJ-LA CURLS THAT 3. Horse Well, I'll declare! 'After all that trouble to find this word is "tired" instead of "hired." A "FOIR IX HAND." A Martyr to Principle. "Here is food!" The starving man crawled feebly for ward. His hollow eyes burned and glit tered at tne signt oj tne savory viands, His parched lips moistened. "Ah! ne gasped.

tils voice had a hoarse rattle. "Something to eat!" Rescue had come not a minute too soon. "But "What is it?" cried the famished crea ture, stretching out his archment hands, so thin oh, so painfully thin and "You will have to wash up the dishes." "Sir! What do you take me for? My wife is tne country. And he turned away. reath rather than dish-washing.

yT IRE) FEEU Ob, We Know It. In a recent copy of an English periodical we see this: "The taste of the conductors of American newspapers can hardly be said to improve as time goes on. The outrageous vulgarity, unredeemed by any flash of wit or humorous suggestion, that flaunts itself even in some of the journals that pride themselves upon their superiority over their rivals, ought to make all decent Americans ashamed of their national press." The writer may have been hot when this was written, and if he had paused to discover how "decent Americans" regard their own newspapers he would perhaps have economized his ink. Every American" Is painfully aware of the fact that his daily press is far more vulgar, degrading and mendacious than that of any other country. But the "decent American" must have his twelve pages of filth and scandal every morning or he feels that he is behind the times.

The saddest feature of it all is that his wife and daughters read the same stuff. And we are wondering why the American girl loses her bloom, so early In life! Life. Judgments. If man had never sinned he would live forever. Speak no more of the "coming woman;" she is here.

"The romance of the unexpected" Your summer gas bill. Sooner or later (probably later) things have got to come right. Never try to find your friend out; it will make you both mad if you succeed. Some folks are bo full of human nature that there is no room left in them for principle. Man can live by bread alone if a little of the milk of human kindness goes with it.

Many experiment in vice just from curiosity or because they get tired of being good. A true liar can always be depended upon to tell as many different stories as there are stories to tell. It may be safely set down as a fact that no man, woman or child who whines is deserving. Dogs don't, know any better. Judge.

No lee to Cut. The drummer had just arrived and was making himself as comfortable as he could under the circumstances. When one has been traveling through the Southwest with a line of hardware samples for ten or twelve years, putting up at Eagle hotels and American houses, sheol isn't so bad if one gets used to it. By all accounts there was likely to be time enough to get used to it. "Well, how's tade?" demanded the drummer, after he had given Satan a cigar.

The old boy bit off the pointed end, scratched the other end along his flank to get a light, took a long whiff, made rings and replied: "Oh, so-so. Can't complain. Some better than last year. Times are picking up, and folks ain't so religious when business is good." "Salvation army Interfere much?" "Nah! They cut no ice with me." Judge. A Vacation's Greatest Pleasure.

"I hope you're pleased with us, sir," said the proprietor of the resort to the departing guest. "Perfectly, perfectly," heartily responded the guest; "delightful walks and drives, magnificent views, best bathing I evef had. cool, airy rooms, a table eq.ual to the best in the city, and charges reasonable. Why, I never enjoyed a vacation half as much." "Thank you, sir; thank you," said the beaming host. "I trust you will come again next summer?" "No, sir," said the guest, emphatically; "not much!" "Why why not?" asked the astonished host.

"What's the use," demanded the guest, "of spending your summer at a resort if you can't complain all winter of the discomforts you've endured and tell how much better off you'd have been if you'd stayed at home?" Truth. Reckless Kindness. Out in Ontario county Farmer Stone, being short of help, was obliged to take up with the village "lazy man." The first morning he put his new hand to work the farmer stood watching him toy ing gently with a spade and. a very small section of earth's crust. Finally, when he could stand it no longer, the boss called out: "Say, Hiram, you can lean on that sbovel.

it's mine. resk its breakin'." Judge. Looking: Forward. St. Peter bowed profoundly, as he held tne gates ajar: Pray walk in, Mr.

Roosevelt; will you Far the seventh heaven? Tes, I see your iicaet reaus mraisi" miwue" It's the only place we have that's really goou eiiougu jui juu. And Teddy nodded briskly, as the golden ctrncta Via enf frl And the nectar-flowing founts with milk and honey on the side Fresh milk from out the milky way and honev newly hived And he said: "If this is heaven. It's a good thing I ve arrived." He turned him to St. Peter: "Why, good man. are you aware That to-day is Sunday?" an swered leter, wltn a stare; Every day is Sunday here, sir; take a and loin the crowd" Then Teddy's wrath rose in him and he up ana spoae out loua: "Every day is Sunday, is it? Here, Just hold my nat and coati Every day is Sunday? Well, I guess that fact is worth some note! Just turn me loose and.

listen to my lu minous discourse The excise laws of heaven I shall rigidly enforce." Then he jumped into that gathering of bibulous And he smote them hip and thigh and every blessed fountain wrecked; He spilled their milk and honey through a crevice in the sky. And he made of heaven the dryest place that ever yet went dry. And as every day was Sunday, every day the drought went on. "Till you couldn't wet your whistle though you put your narp in pawn; And soon that thirsty populace fell in such grievous state They couldn't do a thing but pack their grips ana emigrate. So to Venus and to Saturn and to Mars they auickly fled: Some even thought Earth better than Celestial life with Ted: While up above, though silence reigned and grass grew in tne street.

The drought continued yet, you bet, while Teddy walked the beat. At Last! At last she's aroused, is Eve's ne( daughter; She vows it rather queer That she can't get a lu'ch with her soda water. As men do with their beer. Puck. JOHN'S SURPRISE.

1. Messenger Mr. Jones sent thlf up, an says he'll be here 'fore long. r' Hfrs Now wiisn't tYiat nlxa V. V.

of John tn send mp this hanrlnr tin l- ket? I'll fill it at once and surprise mm. 3.. Oh, John! it was so sweet of yoi to send it; bless -your old heart! 4. John That's my base ball maslc and I catch tor the Butter and Cheean niae to-day Thunder. ilii 4 'dLiU Another Woman.

"Has my wife been in here?" he asked. "Medium-sized woman in bloomers?" suggested the clerk. "Yes." "Very determined air?" "Yes." "Well, a woman of that description was in here a little while ago. She seemed to know just what 6he wanted, and she bought it without bothering tha clerks, and went right out." "No; that wasn't Maria." Judge. At Passaic Michael Gilhooly (late aqueduct contractor) "Any more visitors to-day, Mary Ann?" Mary Ann Gilhooly "Nah; but we hov got an invite to Mrs.

Elite's lawn-party, next Wednesday." Michael Gilhooly "A laundry-party co yer mean? Ah, shure! Now I kin on-dershtand why the ladies about here have their wash-day printed on cards." Judge. Sad Indeed. Visitor "What are you crying about, my little man?" Little Willie "All my brothers hez got a vacation, and I hain't got none." Visitor "Why that's too bad. How is that?" Willie (between sobs) "I don't go to school yet." Life. Light and Airy.

The state of nature, without doubt. Would be immense this torrid weather, One wishes he could go about Like Trilby, in "the altogether." Judge. WELL POSTED, He couldn't speak correctly And had never read a book, And in the dictionary He had never cared to look. He never saw a grammar So his verbs were never straight. And there seemed to be a vacuum 'Neath the surface of his pate.

He couldn't do arithmetic Nor algebra the same; And bless me if this fellow Could even write his name! Though shy of education And the things that others know, He knew it all in base ball And was never counted Blow. Knew the name of every player And the averages they made And for diamond information Laid them all out in the shade. He talked about it all the time And made himself a bore. And though ignorant in other lines He always knew the score. The Solitaire.

A grunting, boar uprooted you, perchance, A negro spurned you as a worthless stone Kot worth the trouble to pick up or own. A mature, vou. of simple circumstance. A slave that saw you knew you at a glance And irave vou for the right to die alone, In freedom such as he had never known. -Then you became a figure in romance.

Jews, traders, soldiers, owned you for a time. Theft, lying, murder, all were your affair. You blazed at courts, you wallowed deep in slime. Hate, envy, you have caused, killing Until there' came to-night your fate sub lime Of sparkling in Clarissa's unkissed 1 "Heavens, George, what are you doing?" "You told me to stop walking on the floor with my shoes. can I do?" She (sadly) He died on the field.

He A soldier? She No; -an umpire Head; "Hop on, hop her motto read. Judge. hair. Tom Hall In Life. Judge.

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